The Anti-Process by Deborah Kennedy

I don’t really consider myself a naysayer or, in the common parlance of today, a hater, but when it comes to the recent media obsession with how writers write, I tend to fall on the cynical side of the fence. The question that most often occurs to me when I come across a magazine article, blog post, or even web video about how a particular writer approaches her craft is, “Who cares?” I’d much rather read the writer’s poems or stories or novels than another self-indulgent piece about just how many hours she spends in her chair or what particular view or music or caffeinated beverage she requires in order to meet the muse halfway.

Intimate portrait of a man writing a letter, 1900-1910

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